Enjoy Being Human

White Feminist Dis-Integration

how to be—have I no—will
I pass
for a privileged-but-kicking
ally
or do safety-pins disqualify
always?

milk skin corrugates, brow–
beaten
eaten up by doubt: without
pins, how
to reattach torn limbs
to a body
politic? before wet wounds
bleed
out: our
mothers
made mistakes:   we
try
for relevance:   while
minds
and bodies shatter,  never
mine
not what       matters.

When the Power Goes Out

could be Tuesday, or Thursday—any day
too late
anyway for daylight to redeem
darkness
a dim interior
darkness
not complete
but profound enough to make
familiar objects—household gods—shape-shift—

streetlights are out
also candles can’t be found
a car's a follow spot, crossing
washed-out kitchen wall—artichoke hearts
begin to rot
inside a dead refrigerator

in a living room
screen–glow—dimmed not drained—shows clock
as measurement—time bends without
context

all birds are silent—wireless—

screens fade
flashlights expire
fuel–starved
night explodes
into screaming sirens—

cockroaches crawl toward the moon.

Accommodation Under a Failed Regime

beyond the payphone’s empty cradle
and the crate-barricaded exit
one scarlet door dares—

Wo/Men

within, three stalls squat
semi–squalid
separators high like hoisted skirts
bowls exposed

Wo/men still must choose—

one broken lock
one absent seat
one busted flush—

but needs must—

Sister/Sitters Piss/Persist.